Random One - shots

See you on the other side (Hamiltonfam x reader) (2/3)

Three years had passed since the Hamilton family had moved uptown. The garden they had created in Philip's memory had blossomed, much like the healing within the family, though the wounds of loss remained deep. Y/N had gradually learned to engage in daily activities, though her silence persisted. Alexander and Eliza had adapted to their new reality, nurturing Y/N with patience and love.

One evening, Y/N found herself alone in her father's study, a room filled with the weight of history and secrets. As she perused the shelves, her fingers brushed against a stack of letters. One slipped out, falling to the floor. She picked it up, recognizing her father's handwriting. Intrigued, she unfolded it and began to read.

Then stand Alexander
Weehawken, dawn
Guns, drawn

A.Burr

Her eyes widened in horror as she absorbed the contents of the letter. It was a correspondence between her father and Aaron Burr, discussing terms for a duel. The words blurred as memories of Philip's duel flooded back, a nightmare she had never fully escaped. Her heart pounded, and a fierce determination took root within her. She couldn't lose her father as well.

At dawn, Y/N quietly left the house, following her father from a safe distance. She knew the terrain well and managed to stay hidden, her mind racing with fear and resolve. She shadowed Alexander all the way to Weehawken, the site chosen for the duel.

The scene was tense and grim, the air thick with anticipation. Y/N realized that this place was the same spot Philip was shot. A cold chill ran through her as she thought that her father might have the same fate as her brother.

Alexander and Aaron Burr faced each other, their seconds by their sides. Y/N concealed herself behind a cluster of trees, her breath shallow, watching every movement.

Alexander's voice broke the silence. "Burr, I trust you are prepared for this?"

Burr nodded, his expression unreadable. "Indeed, Hamilton. Shall we proceed?"

The seconds marked out the paces, and the duelists turned to face each other, pistols raised. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat echoing in Y/N's ears. The moment Burr's finger tightened on the trigger, Y/N's body acted before her mind could catch up. She leapt from her hiding place, a desperate cry tearing from her throat.

"Father, no!"

Alexander's head snapped toward the sound of her voice, his eyes widening in shock. These were her first words after three years of not speaking. He had no time to savor this moment of hearing his daughter's voice again as Burr's pistol fired, and the world seemed to shatter. Y/N threw herself in front of her father, the bullet striking her in the chest.

Alexander caught her as she fell, his face contorted with anguish. "Y/N! No, no, no!"

Burr stood frozen, his pistol still raised, horror dawning on his face. The seconds rushed forward, but all Alexander could see was his daughter, her life slipping away in his arms.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her breath shallow and ragged. "Father..." she whispered, her voice a faint echo of the vibrant girl she once was.

"Y/N, please, stay with me," Alexander pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "Help! Someone help us!"

Y/N reached up, her fingers trembling as she touched his cheek. "I couldn't... lose you too," she murmured, each word a struggle.

Alexander's heart shattered. "You won't, Y/N. You won't. Just hold on."

But Y/N's strength was fading fast. Her eyes, filled with love and pain, locked onto his. "I... love you, Father. Tell... Mama... I love her too."

Alexander shook his head, his voice choked with emotion. "No! You're gonna tell her that yourself. Oh how long we have waited to hear your voice again. Just hold on a little longer."